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Richard stirring. Jake froze, eyes feral, then shoved back with a curse. Adjusted his raging hard-on—outline obscene, wet spot at the tip. "This ain't over, Delilah. Keep those legs closed." Stalked out, door slamming. I sagged against the counter, legs jelly. Nipple ached deliciously, pussy a sopping ruin—yoga pants soaked front to back, clinging translucent to my lips. Tasted salt on my lip where I'd bitten it. Fuck him. Or rather, fuck me thinking of him.

Whenever you see me talk to someone else or spend time to someone else you erupt in flames but yet you would never treat me right! You fucking ignored me when I came to embrace you! Why are you so fucking insecure and unbearable to deal with!?" I ranted. "Oh really? Me insecure?" Lucas asked amused. "Yes fucking you! You are an insecure cunt and you are such a gas lighter. If you were not so insecure you would not be here frothing like a mad beast just because you saw me dancing with Ian Connor, a man truly worthy of my heart and not you" I spat those venomous and acrimonious words at him.

the Doctor introduced me and instructed me to take a sit. Feinah Hererra gave me a laptop where she wrote everything about herself from her birthday the things she did in the past,. her relationship with the Montgomerys and her hobbies. She's just like other children of the rich. She likes partying. A lot. She's got allergies to shrimp which is my favorite. She loves golf but thankfully she's not a pro.

"But why would he..." "Jealousy, maybe? I don't know," Robert says, his own eyes clouded with confusion and pain. "All I know is that he seemed determined." "Who is Daniel?" I can't help but ask, feeling a chill race down my spine. It feels like they are talking about someone I should know who it is. "Natasha’s ex, he was an asshole but they broke up like two years ago," Robert answers solemnly. "He's dangerous, Lexie. You need to be careful."

But Austin could not find peace this easily. He was disturbed, enraged, and probably wanted to strangle someone to death. And why just someone else when he had a clear reason for it? He dialled Robert’s number while he stormed out of the building. “I want that girl — what’s her name? Christian’s favourite whore, what the fuck is her name?” He seethed, clutching the mobile tight in his hold. “Hazel Poulose.” “Yes, Hazel. I want her dead, Robert. Find her and kill her right on the spot!”

He began circling Carter’s hole with the head of his cock, teasing, pressing just enough to make Carter’s breath stutter and shake but not enough to give him what he needed. “You know,” Dallas mused, his voice deceptively casual even as his pupils dilated with barely restrained hunger, “I wonder if it’s too soon to fuck a pregnant person. I would have asked the doctor, but someone decided to jump out of a second-story window before I could.” Carter’s eyes snapped to Dallas’s face, his cheeks flushing with humiliation and rage. “Don’t you dare make this any weirder than it has to be.” He grabbed Dallas’s shoulders, trying to pull him down, pull him in. “Just shut up and fuck me already.”

The heavy oak door groans on its iron hinges. Robert steps over the threshold. His shirt is torn at the shoulder, a fresh red scratch scoring the skin from his collarbone to his chest. He smells of damp earth and stale petrol from the car park down the lane. He does not look at us. He does not look at Darwin. He mumbles something into his chest, his jaw shifting as he grinds his back teeth together. I look at Darwin. A slow, ugly grin spreads across Darwin’s face, showing the sharp tips of his teeth. It is the smile of a predator that has already tasted blood and wants the whole carcass.

Seeing a grown man making kissing sounds should be repulsive, but I just want to suffocate him with a pillow. "Anyway, are you ready for the gala next week? We still have to go, and you'd better be prepared," Robert's smile fades. "Chris will be there, as well as Charles and Damien. We'll have to face them there. It won't be pretty. Are you still planning to come as my plus one, or do you want to go with Morris?” "Of course, I'll go with you," I blink at him. "I promised you." There's relief on his face, and I know Robert has his own insecurities to deal with. The scar on his face has made it difficult for him to find someone. Women get creeped out by it. It's natural, but it doesn't hurt hi

Alexander's POV I drained the last of my scotch, the amber liquid burning a path down my throat, but it did fuck all to douse the inferno raging inside me. Isabella's screams from earlier that night still lingered in my ears like a fading echo—raw, desperate, the kind that made my cock throb with satisfaction. But it was temporary, always temporary. Sex wasn't just a vice for me; it was my goddamn lifeline. Without the rush of dominating a woman, pinning her down and fucking her until she shattered, the world lost its edge. Colors dulled, deals felt meaningless, and that hollow ache in my chest threatened to swallow me whole. I'd built Voss Enterprises into a billion-dollar empire on sheer w

She immediately jerked her that thought. "I'm not hungry." She dried her throat which has been dried because of noticing the seriousness on his face. Wadan eyes were such that he can easily catch if someone lied to him. And he was staring at her with a very interesting look on her lying to him. She was sad from him. He knows it was the reason for her not eating food. "But still you have to eat whether you are hungry or not?" He raised from his place and took his steps towards her. Wadan eyes were misleading him on looking at her captivating body without the dupatta (shawl). Her long black hair was open. The mole shining under her beautifully shaped lips always attracts his attention.